Imprisoned Crown of Thorns

That night Nietzsche stayed until very late before going back, and Han Sen was pinned down on the bed by Nietzsche for a long time.

Although it is the position that was entered, Nietzsche is still in the leading position, probably because Nietzsche doesn't care about anything as long as he feels comfortable.

And Han Sen has been able to figure out Nietzsche's physical preferences for so long.

In the small room, in the silent night, in this place where prisoners and crimes are concentrated, young people are forced to have sex with the cold and glamorous elders of the same sex time after time.

Han Sen rudely entered this strange but familiar body - its owner controlled Han Sen, and it also held Han Sen tightly, reminding Han Sen time and time again with pleasure, who owns him at the moment.

After the long-term integration of the body was finally over, Han Sen carried Nietzsche back to the opposite room, and then sat on the edge of the dining table, watching Nietzsche lying on the bed and smoking the second cigarette of the day, watching him finally slowly Asleep, Han Sen opened the door, turned off the light and went out.

As a result, the next morning, Nietzsche got up very early. When Han Sen came in, Nietzsche was sitting on the sofa beside the coffee table with his long legs bare, smoking slowly.

Generally, the first cigarette Nietzsche smoked was held between his fingers, he smoked half of it, and the remaining half was mostly thrown away, or let him burn it up automatically.

Sure enough, Nietzsche just held the snow-white cigarette between his fingers and let it burn automatically.

Han Sen came in early with bread, said "Good morning" respectfully to Nietzsche, then boiled hot water and made a steaming cup of coffee.

"Mr. Nietzsche, have some breakfast. It's all ready."

Han Sen looked at the dining table and signaled Nietzsche to have breakfast now.

Nietzsche nodded, and slowly stood up from the sofa. Han Sen pulled the chair by the dining table and let him sit down.

Han Sen squatted on the ground, picked up a clean sock, and put it on Nietzsche's foot without socks.

"There's nothing going on recently."

Nietzsche put out his cigarette in the ashtray beside the dining table, took a sip of coffee, lowered his head, and looked straight at Han Sen.

Han Sen lifted the socks towards Nietzsche's ankle, then looked up at Nietzsche, shook his head and said, "It's nothing, is there anything I need to do?"

When Nietzsche, who had always been reticent, opened his mouth to talk to Han Sen, it was probably because there was something Han Sen needed to do, otherwise he wouldn't talk nonsense.

Nietzsche nodded, then fell silent again, as if he was thinking about something.

Han Sen stood up and walked to the sink to wash his hands, then wiped his hands, then walked to the dining table, tore the long French bread into small pieces and put them on the empty plate in front of Nietzsche.

Nietzsche took a piece and chewed it in his mouth, then nodded, and said in a deep voice:

"Matthew, you know."

Han Sen nodded, "I know."

It was the one who used to follow Nietzsche in the prison, the big bald man with a long scar on his face and light gray eyes.

"The one with the scar on the face and the light gray pupils."

Han Sen recalled it for a while, then sat down, raised his head and took a sip of hot water, then picked up a piece of bread and bit it in his mouth.

Nietzsche hummed in a low voice,

"Matthew helped me transport a batch of goods to China some time ago, but when the truck transporting the goods was in the suburbs of Rome, even the people and the car were robbed by Akino, and now Akino asked us to pay a ransom of 50 yuan to send people away. Hand it over."

Nietzsche said all these things calmly.

Han Sen knew that Qiu Ye, and he would often hear Xia Zuo talking about him in the past. Every time Xia Zuo mentioned that Qiu Ye, his mouth was dirty, calling him a bastard. An expression of wanting to kill him.

Han Sen looked at Nietzsche and said:

"You mean, you want me to redeem someone?"

Nietzsche nodded, Han Sen looked at Nietzsche and said:

"No problem, I'm willing to do whatever you want me to do."

Nietzsche looked up at Han Sen,

"Listen, they may not trust you, because we have never used Chinese people, and you may die there. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

"Is there a reward?"

Han Sen asked directly.

Nietzsche nodded.

"The reward will not be small, and Eddie will give you a generous reward."

"I am willing to."

Han Sen pulled his lips and smiled at Nietzsche.

After the two finished eating, Han Sen got up and packed up all the tableware, took them to the sink to wash them, then came in with a bucket of water, and picked up a mop to clean Nietzsche's room.

From the beginning to the end, Nietzsche sat there, watching Han Sen do things without saying a word.

After Han Sen finished, Nietzsche got up and walked out.

"After packing up, go and prepare yourself, and go out tomorrow."

Nietzsche looked at Han Sen.

Han Sen nodded,

"Okay, I'll wash your clothes in the laundry room first, and then I'll be fine."

Nietzsche glanced at Han Sen indifferently, then walked out.

Han Sen folded Nietzsche's quilt, then rolled up the underwear, shirt and trousers he wore yesterday, and took them to the laundry room.

"Han Sen~~"

On the way to the laundry room, Han Sen suddenly heard someone calling his name. The voice echoed in the entire corridor, which seemed to be endless.

No need to think with your head, Han Sen knows who it is.

Han Sen turned his head indifferently, and sure enough, he saw Feng Bai, who was wearing a pink long-sleeved button-down shirt, running towards him happily. Hole, you can see the skin on the legs.

Han Sen stood there quietly, watching Feng Bai rush towards him.

"Han Sen~ what are you doing~"

As soon as he walked to Han Sen's side, Feng Bai leaned half of his body against Han Sen's body, smiling at Han Sen with peach petal-like eyes, and grinned, revealing a mouthful of white teeth .

Han Sen lowered his head and glanced at the clothes in his arms.

"I'm going to the laundry room."

Feng Bai looked at those clothes, pulled a shirt out suddenly, held it in his hand, looked at the brand and said, "Wow~ this devil is really rich~ look at this brand, the shirt on his body Clothes are so expensive~! I really hate that you can sit in prison so luxuriously~! I hate these rich people the most~~!!"

Han Sen reached out and took back Nietzsche's clothes, folded them carefully,

"Don't talk nonsense."

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai coldly.

"Cut~"

Feng Bai gave Han Sen a dissatisfied look, as if he didn't want to talk to him.

This is naturally what Han Sen wanted to see. Han Sen walked quickly towards the laundry room. Feng Bai found that Han Sen didn't care if he was angry. So, suddenly, as if his face changed, Feng Bai smiled again. Sticking it on again, he pressed against Han Sen's shoulder and said, "His clothes smell so good...Han Sen, do you know that your master is a son from a family of underworld. We are here There is no gangster here who doesn't know him.

His father was Roland, who was all-powerful in Italy back then.Lutheran, but Nietzsche.When Lutheran was a teenager, his father was killed. He bloodbathed the entire family of his enemies. Compared with his father, his brutal bloodthirsty is incomparable~ Tsk tsk...Growing up watching the beatings and killings The gangsters are different, killing dozens of people is just like playing around~ Don’t you think so, Han Sen~”

Think of Nietzsche.Regarding Lutheran's character, Han Sen hummed in a low voice. On this point, he agreed with Feng Bai.

Feng Bai covered his mouth and smiled, then whispered furtively:

"Nietzsche Lutheran is famous for two things. The first is his almost perverted cruelty, and the second is..."

Han Sen looked at Feng Bai;

"what?"

Feng Bai pouted, looked at Han Sen dissatisfied and said:

"You know you care about him."

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai, "It's fine if you don't say anything."

After speaking, Han Sen left without looking back.

"Wait~"

Feng Bai pulled Han Sen violently and said:

"The second is the man he likes. His previous male favorites are all famous beauties~ Have you heard of all these?~"

Han Sen shook his head and said blankly, "No."

Feng Bai twisted his waist and snorted:

"Of course you don't know, but with Nietzsche Lutheran's appearance and background, there must be countless people who actively crawled towards his bed..."

Han Sen pursed his lips and said nothing.

Feng Bai stretched out his hand to pull Hansen's arm, and asked suspiciously:

"Han Sen, why are you coming to the laundry room at this time? Didn't you come here at night before?"

Han Sen glanced at Feng Bai lightly,

"Tomorrow I'm going to be released on parole for a day, so the clothes have to be sent to the laundry in advance so that they can be taken out in the afternoon."

Feng Bai opened his eyes wide and looked at Han Sen and said:

"You want parole?!"

Han Sen nodded, "Yes."

Feng Bai suddenly jumped up and down excitedly, like a pink monkey, and everyone passing by looked at Feng Bai speechlessly.

Noticing that the passers-by looked at Feng Bai jumping up and down with crazy eyes, Han Sen silently distanced himself from Feng Bai.

"You can be released on parole!! Sure enough, people who hang out with the Lutheran family are different!!...Okay, listen, I have something important to tell you later~~!! And it's definitely not a joke!"

Feng Bai's light brown eyes stared straight at Han Sen, constantly glowing with strange brilliance, with an expression of can't wait.

Han Sen nodded,

"After I finish washing Nietzsche Lutheran's clothes, we will stand in the corridor and talk later."

Feng Bai nodded heavily, with a rare serious expression.